End of the Year Letter from President Dale Breedlove

Dear Missions Of Love Family:

Thanks to you, thousands of Haitian men, women, and children have been blessed in 2017 with hope. Hope, because you have walked alongside Missions Of Love and our five missionary teams this year as they made their journey into Haiti bringing with them the gifts of love, hard work, healthcare, dental care, and the message of the Light of the World. As a result, the folks of Jolivert, Tioboiderm, and others across the land of Haiti have received restored sight, restored health, restored smiles and transformed lives. On behalf of them, thank you for giving to the Lord and bringing the hope of a better life.

Every day, your support makes hope possible and Christ’s love tangible. 

Today, we’re launching our 2017 Year-End Campaign.  Our goal is to help provide continued opportunities to bless and assist our Haitian brothers and sisters by:

Building the Second Story atop the Dental Clinic to house a local dentist and provide educational rooms (Cost: $35,000): Build a much-needed small Operating Room for eye/ear and minor surgeries (Cost: $35,000): Provide General Maintenance of MOL property (Cost: $5,000): and Complete the Security Wall around the MOL campus (Cost: $70,000) This is an overall cost of $145,000.

You see, even though we helped thousands of Haitians last year, there are still thousands more who desperately need more healthcare services we are not able to supply due to inadequate brick-and-mortar solutions.

We know $145,000 is a lot of money but doesn’t our God ask “… is there anything too hard for Me?” (Jeremiah 32:27) When we raise that amount, we’ll be able to provide improved healthcare, including eye surgery, daily dental care, and extended educational opportunities while being the hands and feet of Christ. But, we do need you to help make it happen.

Would you be willing to make a special year-end donation to help us meet our goal and bring a better quality of life and the hope of the gospel to thousands more of our Haitian brothers and sisters?

Donations can be made on our website link here

or via mail

Missions of Love
PO Box 292
Hartford, KY  42347

Your support, whether financially or prayerfully, will make a lasting impact in the lives of those who need it most.

Thank you for your continued support and prayers.
With gratitude and love,
Dale Breedlove, MOL President
And the Missions Of Love Board of Directors

Christmas Eve

By Robert Thomas Johnson, M.D. ~ Christmas Eve 1992

The bustling crowds, the caroling,
The jingling bells have quieted.
The Earth is still.
Such brilliance have the stars this night!
Perhaps as when oriental kings
Once exclaimed over such a star
Now it is time…
For unto us a child is given.
Now is time…
Time to climb out.
Out of the pits of ennui and quiet despair,
Out of those dismal swamps of muddied waters and missed chances.
Time to scuttle over the ramparts
Devised against a spurious world
Media-sculpted, greed-fed, and fear-driven.
Time to, belatedly and at long last,
Take that joyous leap
Outward and upward into a Spirit realm
Of unimaginable freedom
To reclaim a doubt damaged soul…
A soul battered with grief,
Poisoned by social injustice,
Sickened with inhumanities
Blinded by apathy, crippled by impotence.
Time at last to break the bonds of bitterness,
Cast off the fetters of futility
To dance once more with the children,
Sing with the birds, soar with the eagles, flow with the mighty rivers.
Time to claim the peace of God’s promise
That yes! – Truly passes all understanding.
Time to awake from the dream-like slumber
Of a false reality.
Like a seed planted eons ago
Shall at last stir to the caress of sun on earth
So shall I open the firmly clenched petals
Of my oppressed, hibernal spirit
To the radiance of His limitless, timeless,
All-forgiving love,
Blossoming with a new-found, indistinguishable youth
Not of frail and transient bone and body
But the real stuff – of poetry and promise,
Of hope, of daring, of discovery,
Of fierce resolve and wild surmise
Yet shall I range, like Ulysses Clan,
Across all the boundless seas of eternity
In search of horizons as yet undreamed of
And victories made only possible
Through impregnable faith
In my God and the Son of Man.

 

Tributes to Dr. Bob

A Salute to Our Captain
By Dale Breedlove

Our beloved captain has sailed away,
On the gentle breeze of an eternal day.
He set a course true with great adventure,
Bound for the protection of the Lord’s deep harbor.

He beckoned and trained the crew to carry on,
As he went forth to the great beyond.
We mind the rudder, rigging and sails,
As our ship encounters many swails.

Our captain learned patience, forbearance and persistence,
And called us alongside to lend assistance.
That our sound ship would sail Jesus toward,
And, reach out a hand to invite many aboard.


In 2000, my husband Scott, our 8-year-old son Caleb and our 11-year-old son Sam and I all went to Jolivert, Haiti for a mission trip. I had been on to other mission trips but my family hadn’t ever been on one – they never been out of the country.

My husband and I are nurses. When we got To Jolivert, the first thing we saw was a young man who was bleeding,  profusely from a severed artery in his left arm. He had been cut with a machete! Dr. Bob and my husband rushed the man to the clinic.

Scott was wondering about exposure to all sorts of things as he assisted Dr. Bob as Dr. Bob saved not only the man’s life but his arm as well.  Dr. Bob sutured carefully, so the man would have full use of his arm.I’m sure after being a medic in Korea this was not really remarkable for Dr. Bob. But it was remarkable for Scott.

The love Dr. Bob showed the skill Dr. Bob showed and the risk Dr. Bob took to himself on a daily basis was displayed on this very first day in Haiti.

Many things on that trip are very remarkable. Dr. Bob loved both of our boys and treated them as a grandfather would treat his grandsons. Both of our boys love him to this day. Scott and I now go on from 4 to 6 mission trips a year. During every trip we are reminded of the impact Dr. Bob had in our life and his name almost always comes up. He has left a wonderful legacy for us. We will always love Dr. Bob and Betty.

Marcia Skelton
Friend and TECH Member


Twins Separated at Birth

I met Dr. Bob in 1998. My wife and I had served for six years with a different Haitian mission when we were declared unacceptable for reasons that were not stated.  It turns out Dr. Bob and Miz Betty had suffered the same fate (as had Dr. Jerry and Betty McKinney). It seems that particular mission leader tolerated no individualism and is reputed to have re-situated more missionaries in Haiti than any other person or force.

In any case, Dr. Bob and Betty had begun a work in La Hatte, just down the road from the present site of Missions of Love. He graciously offered us a place to serve and that began the almost 20-year involvement with MOL and a deep and abiding friendship with a remarkable man.

The first factor I discovered was that where I was a rough and tumble New Yorker who attacked problems head-on, Dr. Bob was a kind and humble man who served rather than directed although history shows how much he did do. It has always been my belief that God had a plan which called for our divergent personalities to supply what was needed. I have always demurred from any elected role in the mission (although I have been a director from the start). Dr. Bob could cast oil on the waters that I might stir up. He was a classic family doctor of the days when one man did it all in a small town, a peaceful person, deeply devoted to God and dedicated to the betterment of mankind. I was a high powered surgical sub-specialist (ENT). We had both served our country in peace and war; he as an Air Force Corpsman and I as an infantry officer, flight surgeon, and otolaryngologist. We had both seen more than we needed to see.

The second factor I discovered was that Dr. Bob and I had so much in common as well as in contrast. He was the product of rural Kentucky. I was a big city street smart. We both struggled with our childhoods, albeit for different reasons. He had a lifelong battle with the bottle, which he won, and I came very close to being an alcoholic save for critical people the Lord sent to save me from myself and my long family history of alcohol abuse. Our medical fields were different but we both wanted to help people and share Christ. Jean (my wife) and I used to stay with Dr. Bob and Betty at the farmhouse when there was a board meeting. Betty was much younger than we were, but Dr. Bob and I were only a year apart (he was the senior). We quickly found that they were identical to us as “old married” folks. They argued the same way and loved each other very much. Dr. Bob and I even had the same taste in flannel shirts and at breakfast one morning he appeared (Dr. Bob liked to cook breakfast) in an identical shirt to one I had in my bag. Naturally, a discussion ensued as to who owned what shirt. It was quickly resolved in mirth but that was typical of our friendship.

I could go on for some time but suffice it to say, Dr. Bob will be missed and never replaced. He was someone who you wanted to be like and he did so much good in his life –at home and abroad.

Time and age, the disintegration of the body and now death are taking away those who pioneered this work. However, the work continues and we have faith that God will send new workers into the field to lift the torch such giants as Dr. Bob has passed to them.

Dear Friend: May God welcome you when He returns and comforts you in sleep until that time arrives.

Dr. Asa and Jean Talbot


Like the Apostle Luke, Dr. Robert Johnson was a good physician. Known to be a good diagnostician, and great cardiologist (though he did not specialize in cardiology), his articles were published in nationally known medical journals and periodicals. Medicine was not just a profession; it was to him a calling. He could have enjoyed more lucrative practices in larger cities, but he chose to remain in rural Ohio County. He saw himself as a country doctor and aspired to be nothing more and our community was blessed because he did.

Like the Apostle Paul, Dr. Bob was a great missionary. I was privileged to accompany him on two trips to Haiti. He loved the Haitian people and quickly learned to speak their language and the Haitian people loved him. Approaching their communities, men, women, and children would run from their huts to greet him with smiles on their faces. The only part of their joyful greeting I could understand was: “Dr. Bob! Dr. Bob! Dr. Bob!”  Though he had no formal theological training, Dr. Johnson was the best missionary I have ever known.

Like Barnabas (Acts 11:24), Dr. Bob was a good man. He was authentic. There was not a pretentious or hypocritical bone in his body. What you saw was what you got. In his autobiography, The Calling, no effort was made to hide the warts or cover the flaws. He told it like it was. Yet, shining through those warts and flaws, like stars on a dark night, one could see a strong faith and a soft heart. Dr. Robert T. Johnson is a wonderful example of the change the love and grace of God can make in a person’s life, and the good that God can accomplish with imperfect people whose lives are committed to him.

Like the Great Physician, Dr. Bob was my friend. We came to Ohio County about the same time. I knew him over fifty years. I am grateful to God that our paths crossed and his life impacted my own in many ways. My life has been enriched for having known him. Thank you, Lord for this humble and good physician.

Pastor Glenn Armstrong


Dr. Bob and Sis. Betty are fellow soldiers and eternal friends! God Bless Them!

Joe and Hiawana Greene

 

Passing of Dr. Bob

We are saddened to announce the passing of our esteemed friend and President Emeritus Dr. Robert Johnson. Please join with us in praying that our Lord comfort Betty and grant her the strength and guidance she needs at this time. Our hope and joy is in Jesus. We will update with arrangements as details are confirmed.

Introducing our new MOL President, Dale Breedlove

dale-breedlove

In the early summer of 1992 Pastor Emmanuel Milhome from La Hatte, Haiti came to the U. S. to meet with people who had held outreach clinics around La Hatte. They wanted to begin a new mission work to minister first in his area and then to wherever The Lord led. My friends from New Life Church, Larry and Janet Lovell, were a part of the founders of Missions of Love, Inc. Pastor Emmanuel was staying with them, but because they were attending a college graduation for their daughter, they asked that I take Emmanuel to breakfast and entertain him until his appointment with our pastor.

During our time together Pastor Emmanuel asked when I was coming to Haiti. When I told him I really didn’t know, he said to pray strong about it. The way he said it caused me to be in a constant prayerful attitude about the question. Through The Spirit I heard, “Get a passport.” I got my first passport and learned that the first trip for Missions of Love was forming for January, 1993. That was the beginning of a trip that led to sometimes two trips a year since. After a few years, I was elected to the Board of Directors (since he keeps coming to the meetings, he will at least help make a quorum.)

I have been blessed to pray, preach, work and worship with our Haitian brethren over the years. I was privileged to accompany Dr. Bob Johnson when the land at Jolivert was purchased, to work on the foundation of our first building, to help get the army truck and trailer with roof trusses out of customs, and witness the first examination in the new dental
clinic.

To be invited to preach at various and sometimes remote churches has been an honor. To be present at some of the teaching conferences has been inspirational. And, to witness
some confess faith in Jesus Christ and be baptized is so fulfilling. To be elected president of such a dedicated group of servants of The Lord is humbling and challenging.
In His Power we press on in our calling.

Dale Breedlove